Time is not eternal:
It will someday go away,
And we’ll be left in timelessness
For eternity to stay.
Time is not eternal:
We’ve only got today,
But luckily we have meetings
To make it feel that way.
Category Archives: Poems
Before Showers
Tepid waters of my bath
Invoke in me a primal wrath,
But as I move to strike them down
I’m shown to be a simple clown,
For where I strike, the water bends.
This is where my childhood ends,
For no more baths shall I take.
Instead, I go swimming in a lake.
Kids These Days
Plodding, panting, galivanting
Amidst the grassy park.
I see a cat. I don’t like that
So I conjure up a bark.
The cat runs off. I’m satisfied
And so I pee and drool.
Then mommy puts the leash back on
And we drive off to school.
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Distractions
Distractions are a reality.
Of life, they’re an integral part.
You must always be careful
To finish what you
Make Of It What You Will
The dragon did think
It’d be cool to have ink
And so decided, “what the heck?”
The jungle cat, too,
Got a tattoo
Of a human on it’s neck.
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The Obligatory Mom Poem (Love Ya Mom!)
My mom is great, amazing, fine,
Perfect and extraordinary.
I’m grateful to her for all she does
And not naming me “Norman Harry.”
My mom is splendid, glorious, good,
Supremely radiant and such.
She supports my rhyming habits,
Even if it’s a bit too much.
My mom is strong and good-looking
And her children are above average.
She’s a fixture of nature,
Like a coral reef or lava-ridge.
My mom’s terrific, pretty good,
And her favorite color is purple.
She’s cuter than a bumblebee
And sweeter than maple-surple.
There are so many adjectives
That my mother can be.
She changed the world a thousandfold
By giving birth to me.
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
The Rogue Turns 21
Murderous harlots,
Criminal trollops,
And other such vagrants
Gathereth here.
They bring you candles
And tall paper hats
To cherish your living
Another whole year.
They blow on noisemakers
And sing stupid songs,
Cut open your cake
With a cold-steel blade.
A few sacrifice
A goat in your honor.
Throughout it all
Your face remains staid.
As your friends dance
In your post-birthday haze
You lighten their purses
And head out the door.
You retire wealthy,
And don’t even mind
That your D&D group
Doesn’t like you no more.
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
The Daily Travesty 